when I dreamed of the
place where I was the one who
must balance forces
with the edge of my dark sword
the blossoms fell and twirled

With fate blinded, met
this beautiful and enchanting,
smart-witted woman
but listening to the fools,
waited days to email her.

Unlucky boy with
the strange broken machine mind.
Gears maladjusted
or dis-adjusted. The lies
that shift my gears are shadows.

Shadows creep into
my quiet desperation's
consideration:
Emptiness and her favored
screaming reverberations.

 

Silently I dreamed
of another universe --
my reality.
But I chose to live in a
tent with the strange ghostly girl.

 

Felt her eyes last night
glaring into my machines
With ghostly agility

 

I will never sleep again.
I can never dream again.

 

The chrysanthemums are in bloom
These little birds know the song
That church bell rhymes in the distance

I never knew this song so well
I will never learn it very well

But one can never tell
   when nature sings to you
       and you don't know why she likes you

universe diverged
her grace, beauty shattered me
my choice: quiet path

always choose the louder path
the better universes




copyright 2008

in you the power to see light again
to play another game in a new way
still fearing irrational shadows
you live in stealth rusted dreams
and faded wealth within you
the strength I require to begin again
has gone away in you
my reasons to begin again
each day are hidden away
within you the sun that shines
upon my life is dying
and no amount of gravity
can pull together my world
to begin again without you

copyright 2007

The frozen earth saturates my feet with cold
snow that drags the prairie grass low.
No comfort or security for me; those old
fixtures upon which my heart might grow.

My heart is ensnared in a tempestuous whirlwind.
With unceasing racket, my heart bends low in bad fortune.
For what I once held so dearly she intends to rescind
from my listless arms with raffish abandon.

Thus, broken by her fiery rage,
my sad heart awaits a new sunny day
when Spring's warmth will her heart assuage
and so will my heart this new sun allay.

And by that special newness that comes with the Spring
our lives, together, can once again sing.

copyright 2007

in a colorful spark, quietly ringing
on a sunny day, its a funny thing

that makes me think that way     (surprising)

what lies ahead, confides my mind,
is all the same as me -- and he is dreaming

competing for another kind,        (leaning)
for another time, 
    another spark,
        not
            ringing

but singing

copyright 2007

kisses like delicate rain falling
into the sea of my delirious goddess
I worship her crimson spring as the sun,
moon, and the stars, enraptured by our love,
surround us under eternity's blanket

I reach out (capturing
stars from our night) remember
our time, my love, and our moon will always
be as bright

copyright 2007

emergence (as we spilled out
into the sun) of life
from (as we wandered
looking for fun)
nothing (and we return
to our pub having been
thoroughly blinded)
is definitely something
we thought (perhaps not)